Gin and Juice
by Snoop Doggy Dogg
As played by the Gourds
With so much drama in L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky a** sh** like every single day
And, can I kick a little something for the G's
and, make a few friends as I breeze through
Don't you know it's two in the mornin'
and the party's still jumpin'
cause my momma ain't ho-ome
I got b**hes in the living room gettin' me horny
and, they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin'
So, what you wanna do
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them who*es
So we gonna smoke a ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**ers bounce to this
And I'll be
Chorus: repeat 2X
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, ya'll
Verse Two:
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
You know, this type of sh** happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
But, who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started mackin' with this b**h named Sadie
You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady
Don't you know it's eighty degrees
when I tell that b**h please
Raise up off these N-U-Ts
cause you gets none of these at ease
as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Chorus
Verse Three:
(slows down)
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat a** J,
of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke
It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it,
Set my cup of gin down
Don't you know
(stops)
Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ed up now
(speeds back up)
But it ain't stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dr. Dre got some b**hes from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice {beeotch!!}
Beeotch, oh woah woah woah
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice